Boys [work] - Discipline4

His mother had a different word for it: chaos.

“Three minutes, forty seconds,” Grandpa said. “Slow. But every candle stands.” discipline4 boys

“Now,” Grandpa said, “do it again. But this time, you may not move your feet.” His mother had a different word for it: chaos

“Leo, the trash is overflowing,” she’d say. ” Grandpa said

The problem wasn’t that Leo was bad. He wasn’t. The problem was that Leo did whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted. And for a boy with fast hands and a faster mind, that meant a life of good intentions buried under a landslide of distractions.

Leo looked. The flames were uneven. Some were drowning in their own melted wax. The fifth candle was barely lit at all. It was chaos—beautiful, frantic, useless chaos.